A/N: Okay Gina, you figured me out. Faith is the pretty, fun, romantic, mysterious side of me. But you'll never see it, so ha! But yeah, she looks just like me. So anyways, sorry it took me so long to update, but I had a two weeks worth of homework to make up. Homework, sadly, must come first. Please keep reviewing peoples! Oh yeah, Gina, I need –cough cough-'s AIM because Anita didn't know all of it. Thanks so much! Bye bye.

Faith sat cried softly into her pillow as the music from the ball drifted quietly into her dormitory. How could she do this to her friends? What made her do this to them? Slowly, she traced the creases of the pillowcase, deep in thought. What could she do to stop all this? Nothing. What could she do to change it? Nothing. And what could she do to make it better? Nothing. Faith sighed and flopped on the cushiony bed. Life at Hogwarts was going to be her escape route. It was much better than a crappy orphanage after all. But instead of making her life easier, somehow the only changes that happened were worse. Little did she know, but Faith was slowly falling in love with a boy and for once, it wasn't her special ability making her fall for him. It was a real feeling. Okay, she knew, but Faith hated to admit it. Day by day, it was starting to become more obvious who she liked. Even Ginny had noticed Faith's casual flirting every now and then, and she hadn't seemed to like it…

Not only had her love for Harry grown, but homework was building up and she was already behind. And then there was the "plan". With all the stress, Faith was surprised that she hadn't broken down in the middle of class!

"I thought you might be here," a voice quipped beside her. Faith could only shrug her shoulders. His strange timing of appearing beside her was rather odd in the beginning, but she had grown used to it over the weeks. "What have you been worrying about?" He was trying to pry the answers from her; make her weak and vulnerable. It wasn't going to work this time.

"I'm thinking about how much I hate you," she told him, bitterly. Faith's words were cold, harsh, painful even, but little did she care. She wanted him to feel the pain. She wanted him to suffer. He had made her feel hurt, anyways. He just chuckled.

"You always were the one with the fiery temper," he laughed in her ear. She pulled away. "Touché! Since when do you shove away from me?" he whispered. She ignored him and stared at a green speck on the wall. "We used to have something going. You used to love me." He was drawing closer. Any minute now, he would be touching his face to hers…

"Stop it. You know why we felt those feelings. You know perfectly well why. And it's time we moved on. Put the past behind us." Faith refused. The past wasn't going to engulf her again. She wasn't going to fall for him this time. He grinned.

"Faith, Faith, Faith. That is your future, it was my past. I'm surprised you have forgotten." She glared at the wall, as if it were insulting her. "And must I remind you, you seemed to enjoy those times by the lake, when you were human."

"STOP IT!" she cried. Faith stood from the bed. She couldn't take any more of this. Quickly, she ran away from the common room, down the halls, up staircases, ignoring glares and shouts from students the whole way. Turning down a particularly long, cold hall, Faith met Peeves throwing inkbottles at the suits of armor.

"Aw, does the wittle girl have sad wittle problems?" the Poltergeist mimicked. This just made her angrier, and she snatched a quill from the floor to throw at him like a dart to a dartboard. Due to her tantrum, Faith was too angry to aim properly and missed by several inches. Peeves just cackled and swooped through the walls. She walked further down the stone hallway with only torches as her light, not even noticing where she was going and stopped. This corridor seemed empty; she would be alone here. Faith paced in front of a bare wall, thinking hard.

'All I want is for my problems to go away. I need a place to be alone with the people that can comfort me,' she thought sadly. Then she stopped. Was that a pop she heard? Spinning around to face the once bare wall, she found a large, welcoming door. Curious, Faith walked inside. How had that happened? But when she entered the room, she found it was perfect. This room actually felt like home! Faith ran over to a giant blue bed and bounced on it. Gorgeous! Looking under the thin cotton sheets, she saw a mattress of leaves and flowers, free of twigs, pebbles, and other nuisances. She laughed her tinkly giggle and searched the room some more. There was a large oak dresser with long, elegant dresses of every color, any kind of shoe you could think of, and outfits so fabulous they weren't even in Hollywood. The makeup on the dresser was all-natural, the Xbox seemed broken (Faith remembered faintly of Hermione telling her something about no electronic devices could be used at Hogwarts), and there was even a dartboard with Malfoy's picture on it. Just as she was examining the poster of an early American ship, Faith heard the door open behind her, and the whole room changed into a Defense Against the Dark Arts type classroom. Her posters were gone, the walls changed from blue to white, and the beautiful bed morphed into a tall bookcase. What had happened? Then Harry's voice beckoned to her.

"Faith? What are you doing here? I didn't know you had found the Room of Requirement!" That wonderful, glorious voice…

"Um, is that what it's called? I didn't know, in fact I just found it!" She managed a quirky smile and then motioned to the bookcase, filled with books that were sure to be in the Restricted Section of the library. "What happened to my room?"

Harry looked puzzled for a moment. "Oh, well it changes to fit the requirement the person who has entered needs. If there's a whole group of people needing the same room for the same thing, then it won't change when a different person walks in. But, if there are two people needing two different things, then the room will try to suit both of them." He pointed to the dartboard. "I take it that was in your room?" he laughed. Faith blushed a bright shade of maroon.

"Well, I know you hate him, too, Harry. Don't deny it!" she giggled. She studied Harry closer as he looked at the moving, glaring picture of his foe. Harry's hair was a bit more messed up than usual, making him look much more sexy, a slight blush was in his cheeks, and his large emerald eyes seemed to be a bit watery. Had he actually been crying!

"Want to play a game?" Harry was smirking widely.

"What!"

"A game…of darts. Fancy playing?"

"A game- you mean with this…duh!" Faith laughed. They stood there amused, throwing the small spears at the picture and watching Malfoy try to dodge them. Harry was thoroughly enjoying this. It seemed you couldn't run out of the picture, because the only things he was doing were skillfully shaking his hips and running around in circles. After an hour, Malfoy's antics and screaming were getting old and Faith decided to turn in for the night.

"Well, g' night, Harry. It's time for me to hit the sack," Faith told him. He just smiled. After a fairly long silence of Harry studying and staring at her, Faith waved and left. 'Well, that was odd." She laughed to herself. Then, a terrible thought struck her. 'No, I didn't!' she thought in horror. After realizing what she might have just done, Faith ran back. Turning around the corner and flying through the door,her eyes met Harry's and Harry smiled again. Faith didn't smile back, but instead gave him an understanding look.

"Sylthfervera kator vena sirena sen?" she asked. Harry was staring at her oddly.

"What!" Faith blushed. He wasn't under her spell after all! "You just spoke something odd…I couldn't understand you," he told her.

"Oh, just…talking to myself. Good night Harry," and she grinned broadly at him, feeling slightly more cheerful than before. She was just about to walk out when a hand grabbed her arm and she spun around to see Harry holding onto her. "What now, Harry?" she asked softly. The touch of his skin against hers sent gleeful chills up and down her spine.

"I wanted to tell you something."

"Yeah?"

Harry hesitated, then pulled her closer to him, hugging her; cuddling her. He was slowly leaning in closer, their lips were going to meet, he was finally confessing his love for her… then Hermione burst through the door, panting as if she had just ran a mile.

"Harry-Harry, it's Ron he's-" she spotted Faith and Harry so close together and she blushed. "-Oh, I'm sorry. Didn't mean to interrupt." The two students quickly backed away from one another.

"It wasn't that-"

"-Not what you think-"

Hermione was still blushing out of jealousy and embarrassment. What was Harry doing kissing a thirteen year old! Didn't he have any idea what he was doing? Remembering the Daily Prophet, she reminded herself he probably didn't.

"Do you know what you were just doing, Harry? Do you know she was just about to kiss you?" Harry just blushed and laughed at her.

"Of course I did. Why?"

"Just wondering. Worrying, perhaps. You know, Faith, singing to him isn't worth your time," Hermione spat, and stormed out of the Room Of Requirement. He stared after her for a few moments.

"Well, that was odd," he remarked, chuckling at the previous scene. Then he looked at Faith. She hadn't seemed to find any of it funny. In fact, she looked even more stressed and tired than before and was running a hand through her hair, clearly lost deep in thought. "Faith?"

"Hmm?" Harry was reminded of Luna's dreamy and distracted stare.

"Are you okay? What did she mean by you shouldn't waste your time singing to me?"

Faith took a deep breath and looked at him sadly. She had to tell him the truth, and it was going to be painful. Why must she tell him now? When everything was so perfect? 'Maybe I don't have to…' she thought. Quickly, she pulled Harry towards her and they entered into a deep, long, passionate kiss. After she was sure he was thoroughly distracted in their snog, she pulled away, gave him a quick smile, and ran back to the common room. He needn't know just yet what she truly was, because the truth really was, this wasn't her ability making Harry love her. He actually did, and no matter how much Hermione hated that fact, it was true. Running down the corridors so fast her hair was flying, Faith was still lost deep in thought. What the hell was she doing? Just as she rounded the corner of the sixth floor, another body collided with hers and they both fell down in a heap. Rubbing her temples, Faith sat up and stared at who she had just fallen onto.

"Derek," she said curtly. How she hated his large blue eyes and his long, stringy hair. He SO needed a hair cut.

"Faith." She grimaced. "I was just getting ready to go see my date. Turns out she's been fancying me for quite a while now."

"Honestly Stevens, who'd want to go with an ugly git like you?" she asked him. It was meant to be an insult, but keeping the curiosity out of her voice was like trying to keep a dog from eating a large steak. Derek smirked.

"Hermione Granger. I take it you don't have a date for the Hogsmeade trip, seeing as you have so conveniently forgotten about it." His sneer became bigger by the second. Faith wouldn't let him win this time.

"Of course I have a date," she crossed her arms against her chest.

"Who?"

"I'm going with…Harry Potter." Derek's mouth dropped open out of shock and fury.

"You're going out with that traitor!" he asked. Traitor? How dare he call Harry a traitor when he himself was an evil git?

"Says the boy that cheated with me to go out with my sister, AND the boy that helps Voldemort with every one of his plans? I don't think you should be talking, Stevens," Faith told him. Derek shut his mouth as his face turned red with anger.

"You really shouldn't talk about that in public, Evans. The Dark Lord knows what you speak of," he sneered. "In fact, he's probably watching right now." Faith turned her head to see if anyone could be seen. He laughed a hollow laugh. "You think that I would actually tell you where he is? I thought you to be smarter than that, Faith." With a swish of his robes, Derek was gone. She stood there for quite a while before coming back to the real world and walking off to the common room, lost in confusion and worry. And all the while, she was trying to work out how she might be able to stop Hermione from going out with Voldemort's right hand man.

Harry flew high over the Quidditch pitch on his Firebolt, quickly darting left, right, left, then diving down to the ground and pulling up inches from the grass to stop from crashing. Even though he was alone, Harry didn't mind. The soft wind blowing against his face was oddly soothing. He needed to get all of this off his mind. He just needed to think about what had happened the previous night. The way he had almost kissed Faith, when Hermione had found them so close together, the moment Ginny had heard about their running in and thrown a vase in his direction. And to top that, McGonagall had given him a week's worth of detentions for destroying school property, then another month's worth for trying to tell her it wasn't his fault. Harry was now doing low, quick laps around the field, and he was just about to do another Wronski Feint when a voice called to him from below. Looking down, he saw a red faced Ron, and he knew that the lecture was about to begin. He sighed and sped down to the ground.

"Look, mate, I really didn't mean to-" Harry received a blow in the head and fell to the ground. "I deserved that," he told him. Ron just looked at him with pure loathing.

"I knew you had something going with that Faith girl. I knew it, the whole time! I don't know what's going on in your head, Harry, but whatever it is, it's not right. Faith's years younger than you! Ginny spent the whole night crying in the common room, because you had to go make out with that slut…" Ron kicked Harry. "…And now, you're going out with her!" Harry stared up at his friend.

"But, we're not going out! We just had…I don't know what I was thinking. We honestly didn't…nothing really happened…it was just…" but Harry couldn't finish his sentence. What was it? Love, a one-night fling, a joke? A jolt went through his stomach. Of course, it had been a prank. Clutching his bruised side, Harry tried to stand up, but was just knocked down again.

"LIAR!" Ron roared. "Do you know what she is? Do you even know that you're dating her? She told us you're going with her to Hogsmeade, and yet, you had promised Ginny. I don't know who you are anymore, Harry, but you're no friend of mine," Ron told him. He hadn't been yelling, he hadn't even insulted him, but the disappointment in his voice was too much for Harry to take. Ron turned on his heel and stormed off, but not before giving him another kick in the stomach.

"Ron…!" Harry called out hopelessly, but his best mate just kept on walking. Great, now he had three people mad at him, wounds all over his body, and detention for five weeks. Harry stood up once more and started walking of towards the castle, sulking and injured. He had almost reached the large doors when he felt a hand on his shoulder.

"Harry? Are you alright?" It was Hermione.

Turning around to look at her, he shrugged and sighed. "I don't even know what I was thinking, Hermione. I like her; love her almost." Hermione nodded in understanding. "But she's so young, and I just don't know if that scene in the Room of Requirement should have happened. It was as if I wanted it to, but I was too afraid to take action all this time, and last night I just did on instinct. It's so confusing," he told her, sitting down on the stands and staring at the soft earth. "But, there's something else."

Hermione listened intently. This might be the clue she was searching for; whether Faith had used her powers on him or not.

"Yes, Harry?"

He opened his mouth, but then changed his mind and shut it again. Finally deciding on the right thing to say, he opened it once more to speak. "It's as if I see Faith as a bit older person. More like Ginny's age. Everyone else sees her as thirteen, and I know she is, but at the same time, when I look at her, I see a fifteen year old girl," he said. I line had formed out of worry across his forehead and Hermione knew that it was true. Faith was going down for this!

"You see her, as a fifteen year old girl and you've never seen her as being thirteen?"

"Well, it's not like I actually see her as being fifteen, but the way she acts is as if she's just so much older. I don't know, it's too hard to explain," he threw his head back in defeat and stared at the sky for some time. Hermione sighed.

"What?"

"It's just… Harry, there's something you really should know about Faith. And it's very important, it even concerns you, but I think it would be best if she told you herself." No! What was she doing! She should be telling Harry what Faith truly was, and not being so modest! "Maybe you should ask her. You really should." They sat there and watched as the sun slowly lowered down the sky and then disappeared.

"Hermione?" Harry was nervously picking at a loosed thread in his jeans.

"Yes?" Though it was dark, she could see him blushing.

"You…" he took a deep breath. "You don't really love Ron, do you?" Hermione took a moment to think over this. Ron could be difficult, and yes, he was curious about whatever she did in her spare time with another boy, but that was just being protective. Didn't that mean he loved her? And of course, they had their fights, but everyone did, and that meant nothing. Yes, she loved him.

"Of course I love him, Harry. Why wouldn't I?"

Harry shrugged and refused to answer. They sat there in silence for a while longer.

"Potter, Granger! What are you doing on the grounds after curfew?" a greasy voice hissed, dripping with hate. Snape.

"Talking," Harry replied with equal loathing.

"Discussing certain matters," Hermione told him in a very businesslike tone.

"You could be "discussing" how to save the world from the Dark Lord once again Potter, and I wouldn't care. Ten points from Gryffindor, each," he sneered, and then he was gone in a swirl of robes. Hermione and Harry started screaming at the nonexistent Snape about how unfair it was to take points away even though a prefect was in the area, but it was no use. They both ran to the large hourglasses that held their amount of house points and found another twenty had dropped down to the bottom. Hermione sighed.

"There's nothing we can do, Harry. It doesn't matter if we weren't doing anything to that pile of scum. Those points would have disappeared anyways." She was right of course. "We really should turn in, Harry."

"Yeah, I guess so." Harry sighed and waved to her. "G' night."

"Good night, Harry." She watched sadly as he left the Entrance Hall and then exited herself. That night as she laid her head down and waited for sleep to take her, the words she had told him echoed in her head. 'Of course I love him.' But was it really true? She wondered? Or was she just fooling herself?

Draco Malfoy watched her from the other side of the Great Hall during breakfast the following morning. The way her long, dirty blonde hair fell in her face. How her grey eyes casually drifted to Scarhead every few minutes, and when one student caught the other looking at them, they turned their heads and blushed. Sickening, just to see her stare at his pure enemy that way. He searched the hall for yet another girl and found her, sitting there in deep conversation with Finnigan. Ginny Weasley. He smirked at the memory. She had been a damn good kisser, too. He watched her for a few moments and when she sensed someone staring at her, Ginny looked around and caught his eye. He grinned wider and she glared, wishing with every ounce of blood in her body that he died right there. The slimy, greasy haired, full-of-himself git! And to think he could just walk around snogging any girl he wanted at any time in the corridors! The freak. Malfoy went back to scanning the hall and found that mudblood laughing at a joke Weasely had made. She actually thought he was funny? Please. Goyle could make a better joke than that fool could. And then there was that boy, Derek Stevens. Yes, Draco knew him. An old family friend, and Voldemort's new Death Eater. And yet the boy was lagging behind in the new mysterious mission the Dark Lord had given him. Draco only knew because there was a calling for all helpers to come to the graveyard at least once a week. Why couldn't the task be assigned to himself! Dumbledore stood and the hall silenced.

"The entire staff and I have come to an agreement." Hagrid and Snape snorted, but quickly tried to cover it up by blowing their noses on a napkin. "It seems there must be some new rules put to use, seeing as a few students have been put into immediate danger in the corridors lately." The hall groaned in unison, and Dumbledore looked grave, yet continued. "I'm afraid no students will be allowed roaming the school except for the Head Girl and Boy, and those who have permission from I or their Head of House. On a further note, everyone, even teachers, are forbidden to wander the grounds late at night." It was not just groans filling the hall now, but angered whispers and cries of outrage. The whole Head Table in fact looked angry. "We would not be enforcing these rules, but if these regulations had been put into action, the death of a student wouldn't have occurred. Last night at eleven o'clock, Neville Longbottom was found lifeless on the second floor."